(Koston)

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I roam the night
In the light of the street, some screw the white
In our place, the junkie doesn't wear a suit and tie
I know the streets of my city, I'm worn out like my Nikes
I roam the night, I roam the night
In the light of the street, some screw the white
In our place, the junkie doesn't wear a suit and tie
I know the streets of my city, I'm worn out like my Nikes
I roam the night

It holds the walls of the building, we make a cabin out of it
Soon six in the morning, paranoid like on the run
There are those who wish me harm, jealousy is haram
And I still can't believe there are moms who Shazam me
You start with a P2, you end up like a P4
The city extends its hand and on its fingers, there's shit
Hours on foot, for thirty euros, I was hitting the T4 line
I was working next to the guy who was bringing in the dough
And I don't care about being the best
Headliners, that's not my thing
My first in a box, it was at my first showcase
I have buddies who got lost in the dope
I could have become rich by peddling kilos of weed

And if you're looking for me, you know the address
I'm in my hood and not in the glitz
THC to relieve the stress
Like Toni Kroos, we strike with class

I roam the night
In the light of the street, some screw the white
In our place, the junkie doesn't wear a suit and tie
I know the streets of my city, I'm worn out like my Nikes
I roam the night, I roam the night
In the light of the street, some screw the white
In our place, the junkie doesn't wear a suit and tie
I know the streets of my city, I'm worn out like my Nikes
I roam the night

Juliette takes C in the Romeo
The betrayal of a brother, I can fall from high
I come from where it's known for selling weed
Where they run when the lookout cries "uh-oh"
The good car at any time, I forget sleep
It recharges, dealer makes pollen go
In the hole, I have brothers counting the weeks
The guitar, the trigger makes the pains grow
And I go round in circles like the Mondeo break
I see life differently when Satan bends
No question, no answer, it's not a congress
I'm here by mistake like the mistakes of Cambrai (mmh-mmh-mmh)

And if you're looking for me, you know the address
I'm in my hood and not in the glitz
THC to relieve the stress
Like Toni Kroos, we strike with class

I roam the night
In the light of the street, some screw the white
In our place, the junkie doesn't wear a suit and tie
I know the streets of my city, I'm worn out like my Nikes
I roam the night, I roam the night
In the light of the street, some screw the white
In our place, the junkie doesn't wear a suit and tie
I know the streets of my city, I'm worn out like my Nikes
I roam the night

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